Simon turned his face away from Eleanor's gaze. "You don't know who I am, Ela. Don't expect much from me! I'm sorry you had to leave quickly. It was my fault for keeping you from coming home."
Simon lifted Eleanor's body from his lap and walked over to get the torch. Simon's attitude that suddenly changed certainly made the girl confused.
"Simon, what's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly telling me to come home? I'm willing to stay with you tonight," asked Eleanor as she walked over to Simon.
"No, Ela. I was wrong, and you shouldn't be here. My mattress is ugly, and your body will hurt if you sleep here. Let's get out!" Simon then walked towards the door first, leaving Eleanor, who still didn't understand Simon's attitude.
Since Eleanor didn't come out, Simon looked back at the girl standing by the bed.
"Eleanor, what are you doing? Hurry up!" Simon said as he tried to catch his breath.
If Eleanor had insisted on not going, Simon would have been unable to contain himself.
